That was easy...

The funeral came and nothing noteworthy happened. All in all I guess I'm glad I went, Mom needed all the support she could get.

Been doing a good job of working out and watching what I eat, although I secretly suspect my brother is trying to undermine my attempts. As I type this he has a cookie (not just any cookie, THE cookie) placed in my line of sight trying to get me to eat the motherfucker. If he keeps that shit up, I'll eat him in lieu of the baked delight.

For the most part my world has been uneventful, and I mean that. I've had real trouble getting out of bed lately. Last week I hardly went to class, slept most of the day away, and generally didn't feel like doing a goddamned thing, so I didn't. That shit HAS to stop. It gets easier and easier each time I do it, and I'm pretty sure the converse would be true if I just tried it. Fuck, I dunno.